It is sure interesting to me that when I pause to listen to the Spirit, when I pause to ponder on the words I read in the scriptures, when I pause and glance upward figuratively, when I put into my mind one of those favorite hymns, (Like Come Thou Fount..) I seem to communicate with the Holy Ghost, my Father in Heaven, or perhaps even a few dearly departed family members.
I remember speaking at a funeral when I was bishop. The attorney lived in my ward and had a young wife with three small kids. He died of that ugly plague, cancer. He knew it was coming and prepared his children and wife as best he could. He was a great man and loved his Father in Heaven.
As I was giving my remarks, I remember as if it was yesterday, repeating the inspiration I felt as I was speaking. I promised Susan that Doug was still the patriarch of her family. He was still the father of her children. Being the father and husband of those special people, I promised that though he was going to be busy in the afterlife, he would find the time to watch over them, touch their minds, direct them and be with them throughout their lives. After I said it, I was touched by the Spirit confirming the doctrine I had just shared.
Recalling that experience long ago, I feel that often my father and mother are looking in on me and mine. I often wish they would give me direction, answers, and support in trials and challenges. They don't often do that, but I do feel the love from my own earthly father and mother. I know they are aware of what is going on, and what we need. Such a wonderful blessing, knowing those things. Then, on top of that I also often feel my Heavenly Father's love and concern. What a wonderful gospel we share.
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